Friday, March 23, 2012
Thank F it’s Friday and indeed the weekend. Even if we do get diddled out of an hour over the course of the blighter. Sleep deprivation as a pastime is not recommended. Spring allegedly sprung this week too and the weather has been freakishly good. I'm sure it'll all go pear-shaped soon enough.
Right now it seems as though some progress could be made around here, not a lot but some because my cable TV feed is gubbed.
Of course I’d rather be tearing up the TK to the sound of The Yum Yums in Moss but as you know I never get what I want. And anyway, you never want to come back from that kind of experience.
Moss Rock City is the place to be this weekend!
If I wasn't going to see The Queers on Sunday then I would be attending this...
After nearly a decade as American Vogues most subversive fashion photographer, William Klein made Qui étes-vous Polly Maggoo?, a scathing and outlandish laugh at 60s fashionista France. It centres on buck-toothed American beauty Polly, who comes to Paris to model and winds up the subject of a vapid TV documentary, attracting the romantic attentions of both a TV exec and the Prince of Borodine.
A surreal, decadent deconstruction of the glamour scene, impeccably dressed in gorgeous high contrast black-and-white.
Selected and introduced by Marie Galipienso, a friend of the Monorail Film Club.
This Sunday, 7.30pm at the GFT.